While Laura Ingraham was walking through a Northern Virginia shopping mall one Saturday afternoon, it all became clear to her. Everywhere she turned, she saw signs of the impending disaster: zombie teens texting each other across a cafe table; a man having his eyebrows threaded at a kiosk; a fiftyis[...]
"My culture is depraved, Not sure it can be saved . . . Of Thee I Zing. Land filled with STDs, Pants way down to the knees, Nary a "thanks" or "please" This is going to sting. . . . "While Laura Ingraham was walking through a Northern Virginia shopping mall one Saturday afternoon, it all became clea[...]